Everlasting Sword God

Three times a month, twenty-seven times in nine months.

Since the remnant of the Mountainside White Pagoda, Shen Zhenyi has faced 27 different assassins, and each of the assassins has become stronger and stronger. The day before ten days, the shots were already considered the best players of Nine Nether Land. This person has a pair of flesh palms for at least 30 years of hard work, hollow palm force can be placed outside the three feet, but also enough to open stele splitting stone, is not a nameless generation.

Assassins identity is coming out, but its not worth it. Shen Zhenyi takes a moment to understand.

Because he was still sitting here, the killers all turned into unnamed bodies, falling into the sea from the cliff behind him.

The question still did not get an echo.

Shen Zhenyi seems to say to himself: "From your sword intent, you have already got Merciful Life Taking Sword Technique Third Layer realm. It's the Six Comparisons Zen Master. You didn't enter Martial so early. Dao Seventh. As long as you converge the temperament and work hard for ten years, you can compete with the heroes of the world."

"If you turn around now, I can be when you haven't been there."

Shen Zhenyi paused for a moment and sincerely advised: "You are less than thirty years old, and you are a little young. If you die here, it would be a little pity."

There was a silent tremor in the darkness, and the temperament's persevering assassin could no longer remain calm.

Everything about Shen Zhenyi is said.

His martial arts entered the country, his age, and even his identity, in front of this sinister Third Young Master Shen.

The assassin had a goose bump and felt as if he was exposed to the broad daylight and could not keep any secrets.

The wild beast-like instinct tells him that he should follow Shen Zhenyi's advice and immediately turn around and flee, far away from the terrifying presence in front of him, and never to step on Abandoned Sword Manor again. But reason tells him that Third Young Master Shen is already strong. A meridian who can't use True Qi and can't use the smart sword technique.

This is a good opportunity to lose!

The assassin's ambition burned wildly, and the burning pain from the soul made him unable to wait. He screamed and flew out of the hiding place, exhausting his strength and stabbing Shen Zhenyi's chest.

- This is the most fierce sword in his life.

It is the mountain peak, and it will be opened by a sword that has no return!

Shen Zhenyi didn't avoid it, and didn't mean it. On the contrary, it is like the elders pointing to Junior. He generally patience and teaching: "You have a sagacious and plausible charm, but the killing intent is still too heavy. It is important to know that Merciful Life Taking Sword Technique is based on 'unintentional killing'. Although you want to 'kill', you have to keep the state of 'unintentional'..."

The assassin couldn't hear anything. He only saw the tip of the sword coming to Third Young Master Shen. As long as this sword can make a contribution, he can replace Third Young Master Shen as a living legend.

At this moment, he was blind because of his ambitions, and he only thought about the glory he should enjoy after he finished his work.

However, in the next second, the assassin's face showed a strange look.

He dared to start disintegrating with the sword in his hand, as fragile as the decaying fallen leaves.

This is a jaw-dropping wonder.

With the assassination's momentum, the long sword cast by Bailian Steel is like a piece of tender tofu, cut evenly by invisible sharp objects. The incision is as smooth as a mirror, and the blade shudders into two halves, like an ugly two-headed snake twisting and swinging.

- The incision extends from the tip of the sword to the ridge of the sword, and then to the hilt, to the palms, wrists, arms, and even the body.

Chi!

The wind slammed softly, and the assassin's body split from the eyebrows. Surprisingly, even a drop of blood was never spilled. The two shackles went to the end, and they swept across the sides of Shen Zhenyi's body, and the moths fell into the cliff of death.

For a long time, only two consecutive sounds were heard.

Spray splash.

The body fell into the deep sea.

Shen Zhenyi frowned, lowered her first coat, and took away the dust from the clothes. From the beginning to the end, he did not have any extra moves.

The young assassin died unsuccessfully, and he never understood how he died.

For a long time, Shen Zhenyi just picked up the teacup and smelled it, throwing the tea together with the cup.

"Unfortunately, it is bloody..."

"You will be fine one day later."

He was a little bit pity in his tone, pushing the wheelchair down the mountain.

Shen Zhenyi normally lives in the ivory White Pagoda in the mountainside. He walks back into the tower along the winding mountain road, and the two bronze doors at the bottom of the tower are silently closed. The thick black clouds cover the moonlight, and the symbolic Abandoned Sword Manor White Pagoda looks dull and unclear, as if it is to dissolve in the deep night.

Everything is quiet.

The dead do not affect the weather.

The second day was an ordinary sunny day, and the rising sun rose. The morning glow gave White Pagoda a golden rays of light.

Shen Zhenyi arrived at the foothills in the morning, eating a meal and nurturing the essence. Of course, in the eyes of many people, it is just a fallen teenage genius who is in a daze.

At the highest point, the hard blue stone was inserted with an iron sword, and Shen Zhenyi had the skills of the world. However, it is not the first Swordsman in the world, it is just the standard blue steel sword used by Abandoned Sword Manor disciple. The price of one or two is a stalk of money, the front is wide and narrow, and the length is two feet and two inches and three points. It is slightly shorter and thinner than the sword used by ordinary people in the rivers and lakes.

Because the mountains are heavy and heavy, the sword has a dark brown spotted rust and is dull. The sword ear was originally bright red, and it faded into yellow after sun and rain.

Nine months ago, Shen Zhenyi inserted the sword into the slate, and the word "sword" was dragged, and the disabled body was carefully worshipped.

Abandoned Sword Manor is incomprehensible, and his father and brother have also turned around and asked, he just smiled and did not answer.

After that, every morning, Shen Zhenyi will watch the simple swordsmanship after watching the sunrise.

Today is certainly no exception.

Shen Zhenyi burned two pots of paper money and sprinkled a glass of water for a long time.

As he looked up, he noticed that the grass on the side shook a little.

Shen Zhenyi is half-closed and careless: "mountainside White Pagoda is the forbidden area of Abandoned Sword Manor. Those who are acquainted are going to be punished for March. How is Young Lady Chu always knowing?"

His voice is not big, but it is enough for the people hidden in the grass to hear. Just listening to a bang, a 14-year-old girl in red was drilled, and the top of the head was still covered with dry grass.

The girl in red is a little bit sly, and she wants to show her indifference. The black white eyes are sloppy and can't help but ask: "How do you know that I am here?"

Shen Zhenyi glanced at her and said leisurely: "If I were you, I would never hide in the unlucky place."

The killer last night was exactly the same as the hidden position of the Young Lady Chu.

His corpse is now feeding the fish on the seabed under the cliff.